Author's note:
I wrote this when I was in 7th grade. I haven't worked on it this year. So bear with me. I know it's not that good. So I will be changing it latter. This is the original version. I want to know what you think. It's not done by any means.
Story
When I was younger, I met a ghost. The ghost's name was Amy, she told me that she was killed in a car accident. I first met her in a graveyard, after my grandfather died. I was visiting the grave with my mother, when she came over and started talking to me. "I saw you at the funeral, yesterday." Amy said. I asked her why she didn't say hi then? "I didn't want to interfere with your mourning. I also didn't want to freak you out too much. Please don't tell your mother, I'm like your imaginary friend so, you can only see me." Amy said softly so I could only hear her.
Then why do we have to be quiet if she can't see you and doesn't think you're real. I replied back just as quietly. "Your mom might hear me and think that someone is hiding here or trying to kidnap you. So will you do as I ask?" Amy said very convincingly. So as a trusting, little girl I said yes. I would see her on the weekends when I took flowers to my grandpa's grave. then Amy wanted me to bring flowers to her grave too. She told me about how the accident happened with her friends van. Amy even showed me the graves of her friends. I never noticed how her stories would change the slightest bite when ever she told me about her past life.
Mother's view
I only thought about how happy my little girl was. So happy when we took some flowers near the grave. How she ran around reading the different graves smiling. at first we thought that she was just being herself. Then she started acting weird all the time. So we took her to the doctor and they told us to take her to the sukitrist. But nothing seemed to help and in fact she just got worse. One day things seemed to make more sense because she said Ay's name. Then I knew that Amy had come back for revenge on our family through our daughter.
I didn't think she could come back to haunt us like this. It happened so many years ago. How could this happen? I have regretted that day ever since it happened. I don't know what she told my daughter. was it the truth? How did she know it was our fault? Amy was so young how can she remember what we did?
As Amy and I grew closer as friends. I decided to invite her over for a sleepover one night. I didn't think my would let me visit the graves anymore. Modra was getting suspicious and worried about me spending so much time there. I could tell even though she tried to hide this from me with her fake smile. All emotions that I was seeing were all faked. Everything in our house felt fake and like a lie. I started to doubt the other things my mother told me. Were they all lies? Alexis helped feed me these ideas.
Word Count: 563 Written back in 2015-2017